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Jade Leech Fics

I want to start this by saying I did not create any of these. This is just going to be a master list full of Jade fics so that I, and hopefully others, can go and find a fic to reread. Also, post a comment or message me if the links don't work or aren't correct.

SERIES

BLURBS/DRABBLES

ONE-SHOT

IMAGINES A-H

IMAGINES I-M

IMAGINES N-Z

AU’S

I've had to split it up into different categories to continue adding to it.

[hxney-lemcn]

Accidental Confessions — Second Years Edition

summary: your hidden feelings come to light as you accidentally text the wrong person

Master List | RSA | Third Years | Second Years | First Years

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Kalim Al Asim

Jamil Viper

Silver Vanrouge

[mysumeow]

[requested] ➥ How they use their fingers... ₊⊹ Pt. 2/4

ᓚᘏᗢ How do they use their fingers to pleasure you? ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: AFAB body reader, biting/marking kink (Trey, Leona, Jade), body worship (Silver), brief moment of guided masturbation sort of (Trey). MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact. ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: the comment under the poll to decide which characters to write next made me laugh 😭😭whats funnier to me is that jade actually did end up winning. i guess that's how you manifest the universe to work in your favor lmao. also i know im like two weeks late but LDSKFJSL I had lots of things going on and I couldn't sit down and write T_T and when I did have the time I was draiiiiiined but heyyy its here at long lasssst ;D if u want to vote for the next characters check out the poll on my blog to participate if you'd like :DDD | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . PREVIOUS PART | TWST MASTERLIST

ʚ⁺˖↪ TREY

Sweet, as you’d envision him. Attentive, placing your comfort over his; hands, albeit big, soothing against your skin. He’s got a decent amount of experience, and even though he’s not clueless about what to do, he adapts to your preferences and doesn’t urge you into anything you’re not familiar with.

Although lacking aggressiveness, that doesn’t mean he’s coy in the manner he fingers you. The moment Trey sees you’re comfortable, you’ll find yourself being spread open by him. One hand rubbing your clit in circles, and the other one hooked under your leg. When you place a hand on his biceps to steady yourself, dazed with pleasure and moaning, you can feel his muscles tense as he holds you in position.

Your back’s against his chest, thus making it hard to see his face. You can’t help but wonder…what sort of expression is the dependable vice-housewarden making right now?

“What is it, sweetheart? Are you about to cum?” his voice is low, collected despite the hot strain seizing him. His cock is rigid against your back, each shift of your weight when you squirm under his touch giving him the stimulation he needs.

Although not the norm, he can be rougher with enough provocation on your part. That impassive exterior crumbles, and his touches sway from that initial compassion. You feel his lips shift against your flesh, hiding his smile on your nape once he discovers your intentions.

Despite all, he does have some slip-ups where certain unexpected parts of him trickle out. Whether there is a need or not, he likes to keep your mouth busy with his hand. To be more precise: by using his fingers. When you bite them, it gets him hard faster. For some reason, he’s keen on feeling your teeth on him. It doesn’t matter where. You feel his cock grow harder when you do. If the position you’re in doesn’t allow you to leave a mark on his neck or chest, you’ll find him toying with your teeth with those thick digits of his, luring you.

Was the source of his pleasure the sensation of getting bitten? Or the marks in the aftermath? It’s still a mystery to you to this day. Both assumptions are not wrong, but there is a major reason…

“There…just like that…” he softly says into your ear, kissing the lobe. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want to see you use those pretty fingers on yourself too…”

His thumb presses against your tongue to the point it slathers in your drool. They impede you from articulating comprehensible words, limited to moaning around them and enduring his incessant affection.

ʚ⁺˖↪ LEONA

Leona is quite unpredictable, as in one moment, you’ll find him napping anywhere (an avid napper who’s not finicky about the location, although you’d say his favorite place is the Botanical Garden), and in the next, his hands are all over you.

Whether he draws out your pleasure until it caves in and you can’t hold it anymore or forsakes indolence for a quicker rhythm depends on what he feels like doing that day. You can expect him to be fast on days he’s had a spell-drive match, for example. Or after a high-stress situation, his energy transfers into these sessions depending on his activity for the day.

By drawing out, it means that he’s unhurried, easing his fingers in and out leisurely. Leona prefers a more effective approach to what he wants, foregoing any sort of intention of overstimulation or the like. He thinks those things are pointless. He’ll get you wet enough to prepare you. Although, if those languid touches get you more worked up than intended, that’s welcomed too.

Students who aren’t familiar with Leona have a hard time finding him when he skips classes to take an impromptu snooze, but for you, it has proven to be easy. It’s funny how you manage to find him—all you need to do is watch your step, lest you want to step on Leona’s tail. For someone that appears intimidating, this is an oversight that you find cute. How do you forget to tuck your own tail before sleeping the afternoon away?

Your suspicions prove right when you find Leona napping in the Botanical Garden, so you sit next to him. It’s not long before he stirs awake and snakes his arms around you.

“You’ve got guts for approaching a sleeping lion,” Leona chuckles, and you feel his solid chest press against your back. Voice low and roughened by drowsiness, it makes your ear tingle when he whispers next to it. “But don’t complain about retaliation…”

His firm hand slides under your waistband, lacking hesitation. He may appear careless, but he notices what brings you the most pleasure. His digits toy with your clit, touching with intention. Leona’s not shy about what he wants, and he lets you know.

Straight to the point, impatience seeps through despite his usual lazy demeanor. Your underwear, a laughable barrier to his hunger, as fingers sink into your cunt. Unlike others who would’ve chosen to tease you through the fabric first, Leona prefers an uncomplicated approach.

Vocal, but not with sweet words. He describes what he plans to do to you, about wrecking your body until you’re left a trembling mess. Whatever your reaction is, whether you’re bashful or counter, Leona enjoys it regardless. He finds a way to turn the tables if you try to bite back, and delight in the process.

He knows you like to feel his fangs tease your skin, even bite down. He pretends it’s no big deal when you point that out, stating that he’s aware of it, watering it down as something he acts upon instinct. Which is not a lie in itself; they tell him to use the canines anyway—but he relishes in the way you melt into his touch when they graze on your neck. 

“Hold still. I’m not finished with you…”

ʚ⁺˖↪ JADE

This one is another one who’s difficult to figure out. Jade’s pearly and sharp smile is on display at the most unexpected of times. You never guess what’s going on in his head.

For example, you’d think things would get steamy when you spend the night over in his room, or vice versa, and it ends up being an uneventful night. On the contrary, for other situations you wouldn’t imagine it would escalate into this, Jade’s innate cunningness made it detour into such outcome.

He loves to toy with you, since he thinks that a certain degree of unpredictability can be fun. Besides, he finds your reactions to his antics endearing and gives him more material to tease you. That’s his love language.

Octavinelle is the dorm of businessman-like-minded individuals, and one of a businessman’s virtues is patience for long-term success and continuous learning. Why would Jade not use said skills to garner every single bit of your preferences as well? Regardless of experience, he’s got you figured out in no time, those long and elegant fingers caress your sensitive skin with precision.

You went with Jade on one of his hiking expeditions. Not only that, but you’d also stay a night camping. At least Jade chose a beginner-friendly trail for you, thus making your little adventure bearable.

Each time you came across a special mushroom next to the trail, Jade would give you a thorough explanation of the specifics. He was in his area of expertise, and seeing his eyes radiate bona fide interest and joy was an atypical (but welcomed) sight.

Until you slipped off the steppingstone that crossed the river. Water splashed the second your butt hit the riverbed, launching drops of water toward Jade.

“Oh, my. What a misfortunate turn of events. Allow me to help you.”

Jade’s concern was genuine, but you could tell he was holding in a chuckle.

Your clothes were soaked, and the temperature soon caught up to you, making you shiver. Jade was lucky you were too busy trying to warm yourself up, or you would’ve pulled him down with you to erase that sliver of a smile.

Fortunately, Jade and you had set up the camp before embarking on the unique mushroom hunt and got back into the warm safety of the tent.

As you remove your damp shirt, you hear rustling behind you.

“It’s cold outside, and I wouldn’t want my lover to freeze to death. I’ll put these where they can dry properly.”

Anyone else would’ve been fooled by Jade’s gallant disposition. However, you knew better. This felt to you like the precursor to one of his tomfooleries.

“Eek!” you yelp when you feel his cold fingertips caress your back, just before you put on a shirt. When did he come back?! “Why are your hands so cold?!”

“Nevermind that, darling. Given that both our temperatures are below ideal thresholds, don’t you think we should warm each other up?”

It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been intimate; he never grows bored with your reactions, each one unique to the others. He knows you like it the most when he touches your clit after a while of teasing, but your breath hitches differently each time, and so does how your hips angle—although identical, never the same.

“Such captivating expressions and sounds,” Jade’s lips feather on the juncture of your neck and ear, a tingle in its wake. “I would hate for anyone else to grow accustomed to them.”

This is one of the rare occurrences in which the territorial nature of an eel cracks through the courteous front of the Leech twin.

Not like anyone’s got the balls to make a move on you, anyway. Especially not when they can see the obvious teeth marks on your neck.

ʚ⁺˖↪ SILVER

He’s a safe choice if you don’t like getting mercilessly teased or played with until soreness. Those things aren’t innate to him unless you direct him toward that direction, which Silver’s more than glad to fulfill.

The first few times, you’d notice Silver’s hands tremble whenever you got intimate. He’d maintain a straight face and ask you if what he did was okay, but small tells like that would give away the fact that his heart raced, nonetheless.

However, even if the way he’d hold you became steadier as time went by, his attentiveness didn’t waver.

He’s got a general idea of what to do but lacks the specifics. You’d need to show him how you like to be touched.

What does come naturally to him is worshipping you with his lips, trailing them across the closest part he reaches at that moment—it’s something you can expect to happen always. His kisses, and his caresses alike, leave a silken path over your skin. He’s gentle, yet the fervor blazing in you is uncomparable to another.

Diligent. To the point he won’t stop pleasuring you until you’re done. It doesn’t matter if his muscles burn or if his jaw aches if he’s going down on you. Diligent to the point that he forgets about his own pressing matters and is content with relieving himself when you’re too exhausted to do it after he has made you cum.

Don’t expect him to go heavy on dirty talking. It’s not his forte. He’d rather show you what he’s feeling through actions, but don’t be surprised by his bluntness when he does speak.

“You’re very sensitive here,” he muttered against your cheek, tickling the heated flesh with his breath. Although he’s touching your clit with slow and gentle strokes, you can hear his ragged breath. “You’re getting warmer…”

Vocalizing your pleasure is the most effective way to urge him on, you don’t even need to formulate a word. That’s enough for him to understand that you want him to increase the intensity which he does. His face nuzzles into your neck, kissing it without neglecting your pleasure. You feel his throbbing cock push into your leg the whole time he’s been touching you.

There’s a detail you must consider, though.

Your climax is almost there, rushing with no brakes, and when you think it’s about to be done… Silver stops. His weight drops onto you, head limp on the pillow next to yours. You nudge him, asking him what happened.

His soft snoring was your answer. Silver’s curse had taken hold of the situation…

It doesn’t happen every time, but do take it into account that this is a possibility. Whether you take into your hands the solution to your minute dilemma or not, when Silver wakes up, he’ll try to compensate. He’s embarrassed about it despite your constant reassuring.

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[meime13]

A lil scenario w Jade Leech, cuz why not? It's quite stuck in brain since yesterday, Reader is Yuu, Reader is shy w affection, the relationship still new, probably ooc, female reader

*in Mostro Lounge, you're sitting in one of the chairs of bar like area with Jade cleaning cups or whatever he's doing, he didn't have his dorm uniform coat and gloves on, with his sleeves rolled up, you guys were the only ones there*

You: *staring intensely at his back, contemplating to ask him that*

Jade: *trying to mind his own business but he kept feeling ur eyes boring into his back*

Jade: *slightly confused but found quite amusing as he slightly turned his head to look at you* is everything alright? You've been staring for quite some time

You: *stuttering a bit but tried to keep ur voice monotone* I wasn't staring at u

Jade: hm? But I'm sure ur eyes were on me

You: i was staring at the space between u and the counter, I do stare like this a lot, don't mind me

Jade: I see *lowky knows u're lying but can't prove it as he goes back to his work*

You: *absolutely cringing at what u said but went back to stare at him*

You: *u mustered all ur courage and tried to speak* J-Jade...got a question, can u answer it real quick?

Jade: *without looking at u, he answered* Yes? I'm all ears

You: ...W-Well *swallowing* so...I...can I...y'know *flustered*...what do couples usually do?

Jade: *title his head* what do they usually do? Are u perhaps asking abt couples activities...*then he realized where this conversation going, he tried to hide his smile smirk* Oh, and Why do u wanna know, my dear

You: *face already red* no reason, just answer me!

Jade: *already giving his signature sinister smile cuz he couldn't hide it anymore* well, couples usually spend quality time w each other, having physical connection as in hugging, cuddling and kissing and the list goes on, Did that answer satisfy you?

You: *swallowing ur saliva* abt hugging...well, can...you...and I..p-perhaps have...a hug

Jade: hm? May u repeat urself pls?

You: *internally groaning* can I....CAN I HUG YOU PLS, JADE LEECH! *u asked quickly as ur face became redder with each passing moment

Jade: hmm *faking contemplation* can I let u do such thing? *chuckle* well, why yes, we are couple after all, we can do that *he approached u, slowly. Now, he's standing in front of you, smiling a bit* since you were the one who asked for a hug, how abt u initiate?

You: Me?? Ahm, well...alright, I guess I can do that *u stood up from ur chair, got closer to him as u raised ur arms hesitantly and wrapped them around his waist and rested ur head on his chest, all while u're red-faced like when Riddle loses his temper*

Jade: *quite enjoying this a lil bit too much but since u mustered up the courage to hug him, he can't leave u on hanging, so he wrapps his arms around ever so smoothly as he pulled u closer to his chest and put his chin on ur head*

You: *u, who usually is touch-averse, is really enjoying this right now, albeit ur heart is beating so fast u can't register anything in front of u, tho u can sense some sort of smell from him, it's quite similar to sea, with a bit of earthiness to it and a hint of some unknown cologne*

You: *started to feel relaxed as u closed ur eyes to sink the moment*

Jade: *noticing ur body is starting to feel less stiff, smiled to himself as he caressed ur in a slow, relaxed motion*

*10 mins later*

Floyd: Hey, Jade, Have u seen- *stumbles upon Jade and u hugging*

Floyd: Eww, Damn it, y'know there's other places to be mushy and do ur couples stuff, right?

You: *literally you were alarmed and quickly pulled away from Jade as u glanced over and saw Floyd*

You: *completely red and speechless* I...we...flirt....*literally started questioning ur life decisions* we...WE WEREN'T FLIRTING I SWEAR, IT WAS ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING!!! AHHHHHHJVRRV!!!! *running in sonic speed, getting out of the lounge Asap*

Jade: *who was caught off, extended his arm as he tried to chase but decided against it*

Jade: *sigh* did u have to come right now? And here I thought she finally started to be open abt showing affection...well, looks like I still have a long road ahead of me

Floyd: *loudly cackling at the way u yelled and ran away like a scared fishy*

*In Ramshackle, in ur bed, can't sleep, still thinking abt this moment and lowky getting reminded of how he smelled which u think to urself it's creepy but u couldn't help urself from it*

*For the next few days, u were avoiding Jade like the plague out of embarrassment and now he's even more disappointed*

Btw, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, if u wanna send requests im open for it

[jd-loves-fiction]

Haii I love your writing so much❤️❤️ I was wondering if you could write jade eating out reader who was really stressed out. He's yapping about how "external stimulation can relax the body" or wtv the fuck he's on.

🌑Dont know what possessed me on this one but Jade pulls straight poetry out of me💀

[19:43] After your umpteenth sigh, bent over your notes and rolling your neck and shoulder to relieve some of the tension, Jade decides he must act.

With his usual grace, he stands and walks to your side without a word. His tall shadow covers the light and casts darkness upon the papers in front of you, making you look back.

He smiles – that smile that would look unsettling to anyone else but to you? It's both teasing and comforting, like he has an idea that will deeply amuse him, while bringing you peace in the end.

“Jade?” You call, casting your eye back to your notes to signal that you're busy, but one of his hands places itself under your chin, “Beloved, haven't you studied hard enough already?”

He says it so gently, and yet you feel the need to resist, “But I'm not done.”

“And have you made any progress at all in the last 40 minutes?” Jade has a unique talent for saying the most poignant things as if they were sweet nothings whispered in the ear of a lover, and somehow that makes them sting in a different way – sweeter, yes, but leaving you feeling no less exposed.

You look down, shaking your head slightly, before giving in and standing to lean into his embrace, “There, you've earned some rest.”

Something about his tone makes you feel as if you've just willingly walked right into a devil’s trap, with a sigh, “What are you planning, Jade?”

“My love, you do make me sound oh so devilish. I'm not planning anything at all,” you give him a hard look that tells him you're not convinced and he looks away with at least a hint of guilt in his expression, “I've merely done some research into… human behaviours and such.”

“Hmm,” you hum, unconvinced that that is truly all.

His lithe hands flow down your side like seat water over a silent shore, before settling over your hips and pulling you tighter against his body. His eyes are dark like the ocean’s darkest depths as he smiles full of sharp teeth, “I may know of a way to ease your stress, if you'll allow me.”

“Stress? I'm not–” at your words, his smile fades into a serious expression – he doesn't like it when you lie, he once told you, and he can always tell, even without his magic. So you look away from that left eye as it seems to burn into you, feeling his thumbs rub soothing circles just under your shirt.

Jade smiles with no teeth this time, gentle and open as you look back at his face, “Fine. What did you find?”

“Well,” he pretends to ponder, walking away from you to sit on your bed with an air of casualness that doesn't suit the scheming gleam in his eye, “I've found that external stimulation has an incredible effect on the human body, particularly so when it comes to relieving stress.”

“Can you please just speak plainly?”

He smiles, reaching out a hand to beckon you closer, and you follow the urge, taking his hand and standing between his legs, “I think if I make you cum, it should make your stress disappear.”

And all other thoughts as well, surely. After not that much thought, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and stare deep into his eyes, “And what part am I supposed to play?”

Before you've even had time to process the devious shadow falling over his expression he's throwing you down, breaking the soft and gentle veil that had fallen over the both of you.

Bouncing slightly as you hit the mattress, Jade quickly crawls over you, legs tangling in the sheets and shattering his smooth and graceful facade – damned sea legs.

You can't help but giggle, taking great pleasure in messing up his hair as he settles over your body with a look of deep focus, “All you have to do is lay back and tell me what I'm doing right.”

A chuckle, “You're very confident.”

“You've never complained about my… oral talents.” Said talented mouth hovers over your neck, kissing softly before running his sharp teeth over the skin and making you shiver.

You give him no answer, only baring more of your neck to his lips, feeling his cool hands move under your shirt as you look up at the ceiling, trying your hardest to relax even a little.

“So tense,” he mutters, “we’ll fix that in no time, beloved.”

His confidence makes you want to scoff, but you'll voice no complaint, knowing he's right to be so confident, given his track record.

Marks that will surely turn as purple as sea urchins are sucked onto your neck, slowly working to relax you as his hands slowly undress, keeping you from moving even a muscle to help him.

His mouth drifts over your nipples, breathing over them, kissing and licking them softly, before taking one between his lips. Your back is arching before you've been aware of it, feeling your consciousness slip just slightly as if misplaced just out of hand.

Jade’s hypnotic eyes flick to yours as he moves down, watching with a smug-as-hell smirk on his lips while pulling your underwear off without a fuss, “Feeling relaxed already?”

You sigh as he nips at your hipbones, “Hmm, keep trying,” squirming like a cat on a patch of warm sunlight. Legs fall open easily, wordlessly urging him to get on with it, which he does as soon as he's done covering your hips in hickeys and saliva.

This particular part of the human body was quite puzzling to Jade upon becoming one of the land-dwellers semi-permanently, but now? He's practically a pro. If only the same could be said of his long, terribly unsteady legs.

A kiss to your clit, a thumb on each side to open you up to his long, dextrous tongue to enter and fill you up just the way you've both been wanting, “Jade!”

He hums against your core, tongue working you up slow and sloppy, even as your hands pull him closer by the hair and try to grind against his face despite the hands holding your hips down. You're not in control – fast and easy pleasure isn't going to make your stress disappear, so you're going to have to wait.

Oh, the torture.

Doesn't stop you from trying, “Jade, please… Faster,” you squirm and whimper, locking your legs around his neck and even that doesn't get him to do what you want.

He pulls away as you groan in dismay, “Faster is not going to help you relieve all this stress.”

Your mind can only focus on the feeling of two of his slender fingers curling inside you as he goes on about whatever, “It's truly fascinating – the effect physical stimulation can have on the heart and mind. I've even read that orgasms work great to relieve period pains as well as general–”

“Jade! Baby, please…” you moan – for him to shut up or speed up, who knows, but it gets him to put his mouth back on your pussy.

His eyes close as if reaching a new level of peace never before experienced, all while you're losing your mind hoping he'll pick it up soon.

Sounds of squelching and sucking, the sight of the somehow dirty ceiling, and the feeling of your bones slowly turning to rubber as your flesh almost melts off of them in complete relaxation. It is working, despite your complaining.

The method is unlike what he usually employs, nothing like the desperate liaisons in a broom closet or the staff room at the lounge – merman or not, Jade is still a man, and the new body apparently comes with an altered libido.

As if that wasn't enough, it just so happens that Jade’s inquisitive nature finds you terribly interesting and a chief specimen to study closely.

You suppose that's exactly what he's doing now, mapping out your insides while carefully noting even your most minor reactions to his ministrations, stunning eyes never leaving your face except to close in pure delight.

“Getting closer, my love?”

“Finally, please Jade,” you beg, so sure he’ll somehow find some excuse to draw this out.

One of his hands, now lax without the need to hold you down, boneless as you are, pets your leg reassuringly.

Slowly as before, who knew Jade possessed such endless patience, he keeps working you up, sucking and licking with two fingers still curling inside you. His expertise sometimes makes you question whether or not he spoke true when telling you he'd never done oral before meeting you.

“Jade, Jade–” your breath hitches in your throat and it's like you can't get enough air, moaning and whimpering with every stuttering breath. His hand moves to hold yours to comfort you, shoving his face further into you while eating you even more vigorously.

With a sharp cry of his name, an arch that nearly has your whole back off the bed, you cum against his mouth before melting into the sheets, panting and pushing his head away as you come down.“Feeling better, my love? More relaxed?” he asks, half teasing and half a genuine question. He wipes his wet chin with the back of his wrist and your heart stutters just as badly as your breathing, “Yes, much better…”

[idiasplayertwo]

" CANT GET ANY CUTER " ― NRC SECOND YEARS

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in which ; cute things the nrc second years do with you during your relationship

featuring ; riddle , ruggie , azul , jade , floyd , kalim , jamil and silver

content ; established relationship , kisses , possibly cringe moments but it's okay cuz y'all are in luv <33 ( me n who ರ⁠_⁠ರ ) yuu!reader , unedited , overall pure fluff and just something cute i wanted to write !

author's note ; hmmmm i want takis. hmmm hmm. man im such a lazy lad...

third years ver . first year ver

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ( ၴႅၴ

↳ riddle has invited you to all the unbirthday parties, always saving a seat just for you at his side. he knows how messy some of tarts/deserts can get―he himself have seen other students struggle to keep a clean plate, he would scold them before―but now he just softly exhales and tells his underclassmen to clean up after themselves properly.

↳ but with you? he noticed the way you struggled to keep half the tart in your mouth, in his mind he asked himself why you took a big bite, but he quickly showed up to your side and instinctively took a handkerchief to clean your chin.

↳ he's willingly wiping your face clean from crumbs with a soft smile on his face―only to blush slightly realizing all the eyes on him and you. panicking in the back of his mind he sips on his tea and silently begs for a change of topic.

↳ " ... i believe it's time we start wrapping up, yes? -//- "

RUGGIE BUCCHI 𓎩

↳ he's show his love for you in resourceful, sneaky ways. he's used to doing things for leona, so when it comes to you he just automatically gets ahead of himself and makes sure your also taken care of. growing up in the slums of sunset savanna, he was used to taking care of others in his neighborhood. making sure the ate, had clean clothes and fresh water.

↳ he saves the best bite of his donut for last, sneaking the plate closer to you before suddenly jumping to his feet from his seat and kissing your cheek and rushing to follow leona back to the dorm. fixing the zipper of your uniform when he gets stuck or sewing a hole in your pants without telling you―huh, your zipper suddenly works, your bracelet that broke during pe was also fixed.

↳ he'll pretend you don't know what your talking about when you ask him about it a few weeks later, but in your heart you know. and that alone just makes your love for ruggie grow more and more.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO ⋆˚꩜｡

↳ he knows you very well, he keeps a comfort stash in his office if you ever need to clam down or take a breather during the rush hour. just for you, it's all for you. the drawer under his desk is filled with your comfort tea, a specific brand of sweets you mentioned to him once and some fidget toys.

↳ if you ever look like the it's becoming to overwhelming and stressed, and you start to shut down, azul will guide you to his office with a hand steady on your lower back. "you look dreadful. sit, my dear." he states bluntly, letting you sit in his chair and sudenly there's a drawer full of comfort sweets in your face.

↳ he pays attention to you the way he never does with any other land dweller. every single week the drawer is restocked.

JADE LEECH 𓆓

↳ call it overused, but this eel likes his mushrooms and he would most definitely tell you random fun facts about shrooms anytime during the day―your in potionology class as his partner and suddenly he's in your ear telling you fungi are more closer related to animals then plants and you just stare at him with the worlds most unamused look.

↳ minus that, he would prefer to take you hiking through the mountains as a date, keeping you in the loop with every fungi you spot. at the end of it, you have a handful of different mushrooms and all he says with a polite smile; forgive me, but they reminded me of you~ you have a collection of mushrooms stored in a little box under your bed in ramshackle, the lid titled something along the lines of jades shrooms, or something.

↳ because people hate it when all jade talks about is mushrooms; he will also make sure you have your favorite tea prepped and served first when you visit the lounge. stirred and made specially by him and no one else, making sure to be the only to serve you said beverage.

FLOYD LEECH 𓆓

↳ during a joint class with the freshmen, it can get preeetty boring. very quickly. but your there at least. his head flopped to the desk, letting out a quiet yet tired groan in his workbook, his pencil lost somewhere―he moves his head to stare at you.

↳ your writing notes, probably for floyd to copy, and your attention was elsewhere. the boy eyed you up and down, noticing your bare wrist as your uniform cuff was pulled up. he looked back at the pen close to you and immediately grabbed it, leaning over to grab your wrist.

↳ you jump at the sudden movement, not wanting to cause a scene you stare down at your boyfriend with widen eyes and question what he's doing in a hushed whisper. you should have known he wasn't paying attention, he better be grateful you are willing to put up with him―and you feel the top of the pen trace along your skin. you realize his drawing in you, doodling what looked like to be you and him.. but your a shrimp. a literal. shrimp. he giggles silently at his finished masterpiece, unaware the pen was probably permanent.

KALIM AL-ASIM *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

↳ he loves you openly, you think the entire college is aware of your and kalim's relationship―especially when your the first person he invites to parties. before any invite gets sent he rushes to your side, practically tackling into your arms and handing you your invitation. "always make sure to invite my plus one!" with a kiss on your nose.

↳ never leaves your side during big events such as his parties or school festivals―say there's a two player game he's immediately taking your hand and running. he has the biggest smile on your face when he sees you win a game, rewarding you with a hug and laughs. he cherishes these fun moments with you, you don't push him away or tell him he's being too much.

↳ he did everything in his power to win you this stuffed animal you wanted, the game was the ring toss and with much trial and error―he was proud to show up a few moments later to you as you were hanging out with ace and deuce with the biggest animal he could get. you ended up going home to ramshackle with a new roommate, grim was unsure how to get used to it.

JAMIL VIPER ⟡𓆗

↳ you showed up to class with the same old uniform, but your collar was uncuffed. did you look in a mirror when you left this morning? thankfully class has yet to start, students still walking in to find a seat. so he stands up from his and steps toward you.

↳ you greet him with a smile, but he doesn't return it. not yet, instead he fixes your collar. smooth the fabric down. tug it down once and step back. he won't comment on it, but finally kiss your temple very quickly before anyone could say anything.

↳ he knew if he didn't fix it you would have never noticed until lunch―he wasn't ready for this to become a habit. but, turns out enjoy it when he fixes the small things about you. from your hair to your uniform, jamil just sights quietly and fixes it.

SILVER VANROUGE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

↳ silver fights the sleep spells just to find you, luckily your never that far away from him. he finds you in the lounge of diasomnia, it's quiet―maybe because sebek is somewhere out with malleus―while your reading a book.

↳ when you spot him drag his feet toward you, clearly fighting back slumber, you put your book down instantly and open your arms out for him to fall into―which he does instinctively.

↳ but before he lets himself fall asleep fully, he rests his forehead against yours. not roughly, just a soft touch. maybe a thank you, but he knows you do it because you love him. eyes flutter shit and his breathing slows, you can tell he's asleep. you lay his head against your thigh and comb his silver hair. lilia totally isn't watching from a far like the proud step-dad that he claims to be very, very soon.

end notes ; it takes forever to make my account look pretty...but in the words of idia shroud ... "it's all for the aesthetic!!!" and i stand by it because that's just me irl.

𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝜗ৎ ― 2026

★ comments / reblogs are much appreciated!

[l0velyl4vender]

Types of TWST soulmates PT3

Thank you all so much for the support, guys!!! As a thank you, I'll definitely write the staff+Lilia, they'll come after Diasomnia :)

Summary-

Exactly the title, and the same as parts one and two!

Azul Ashengrotto-

Immediate recognition. When soulmates are gained, you Immediately know what the person looks like. Their hair, their eyes, or their smile. Each year, the image in your head is refreshed to match what they look like.

Azul is insecure about this. I'll just say it. You know what he looked like. You must be ashamed of who your soulmate is.

Imagine his surprise when you love him either way.

He'll need LOTS of love when you two find each other. A lot of reassurance too. Please be gentle, he's very fragile.

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You had watched your soulmate change drastically over the years. How he sculpted himself, how he changed his hairstyle, o how his eyes and smile grew sharp and cunning.

But this, was the most jarring change of all. The once gray skin now paler, more human. The markings hidden by a suit. But the most obvious was the sudden lack of tentacles, in exchange for two human legs. And yet, he was still as beautiful as when you first saw his image in your head.

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Jade Leech-

Mimicry. Despite never meeting, you can perfectly mimic him. And in return, he can mimic you. Facial expression, voice, and body language are what get mimicked. If the person is being mimicked, they feel a little tug in their thoughts.

Jade has remained stagnant in terms of range to mimic. Like, he's barely changed. He'd gotten a bit more sly and cunning, but that's about it.

Sometimes if you mimic him and he's alone, he'll mimic you as a way to communicate.

If you've been less active in mimicking him, he'll mimic you just to get that reassuring tug in his thoughts when you do it back. He denies this greatly with a "I do not understand what you mean. 🙂"

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Your soulmate was, odd, to say the least. As the years passed, nothing much changed about him, at first glance. But you did notice how he got tenser, how his posture became perfect, how his smile grew innocent instead of cheeky, but also how his eyes grew sharper than before. Your soulmate did not change, he evolved.

Something else you noticed, was how he'd respond to your mimicry with his own. Because when you'd mimic him, you'd get that pull in the back of your head that said he was doing the same. So you tried something, you didn't mimic him for a month, and he did not initiate until the end, when a much more hesitant pull tugged at your thoughts. How fascinating.

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Floyd Leech-

It is always, ALWAYS, changing. The timing is random, there is no pattern, no way to predict it. One day it's the red string, the next it's shared pain. What's worse? You both always know what it is when it's changed.

Floyd loves it. He absolutely loves it. He is never bored of messing with his soulmate.

Red string of fate? You're getting lots of tugs and pulls. Shared marks? He's biting his arm specifically so it transfers to you.

Loves it even more if you reciprocate. He will be bragging about it.

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Your soulmate is a nightmare. A lovable nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless.

At the moment, it's ink transfer. And he's been drawing and writing nonstop. He'd stop for a bit, then ask a question, which you'd answer. You don't blame him, the communication bonds don't show up often.

Then all the ink faded. Ah, the bond switched. Now to wait for the universe to spin the wheel of fate and see what you two get.

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A/N-

AUGHGHGHGG I just wanna say again, thank you all for the support! It was incredibly surprising to see the sudden influx of notes. I felt like a bug when you lift up a rock, lol.

I had so much fun coming up with the bonds for these three, too.

Love you guys!! <3

[mriachka]

yandere female!twst and cheating. suggestive.

questionably invested in stealing you away

jade: may target you specifically for being in love, so that she can watch that love crumble, deteriorate, and turn to dust. delights in pushing you to destroy your relationship without resorting to anything other than psychological warfare. finds much entertainment in documenting your mental breakdowns in her tidy journal, right alongside nature observations. is affected by jealousy, but using that as an opportunity to see just how long she can go playing with you, even as that jealousy eats her alive. may or may not be an actual devil. from the bible.

jamil: will consider stealing kalim's lover, especially if they are "yuu"/some other rando who's already not going to fit into asim family smoothly due to their poor social standing. it's fair game for her, then: the kind of betrayal that cannot be proven easily, will break kalim's heart, and can easily be blamed on you pursuing her first, should the rumours ever breach containment and get back to the main family. truly, fucking you (over) is one huge win. i'd say, however, that even without a petty revenge to execute there's something to being the chosen one... the one to demolish your previous relationship for... the one so special there's no way you can resist... that's just too comforting to her ego. she gets off to how badly you want her, burning your life to warm her up.

lilia: listen. you either die a hero or live long enough to develop some immoral cravings. unfortunately, hers aren't limited to food. if you ever wish to blame somebody for the morbid interest she exhibits for those it's socially unacceptable for her to pursue, blame the terrible love triangle of her youth. now she's way too into women younger than her and much more tied down than her. she isn't above actively ruining a marriage to get a caring, loving human mother figure for her baby, but there's something to young widows that really tickles her fancy. might have something to do with all the women she's widowed throughout her military career, ay? ultimately, what i'm trying to say is that you shouldn't stand near open windows deep in the night, tearful and heartbroken in your mourning, for you never know who's lurking outside and what it is they feed on.

azul: has the sort of hatred for your partner that feels personal despite not being such. regardless of who your loved one is, their individuality, aside from their relation to you, upsets her deeply. if they are like her somewhat, intelligent and smooth, she is frustrated by you choosing somebody who is clearly an inferior variation on what you so obviously yearn for (her). if they are unlike her, especially unlike her in that unpleasant, reminiscent-of-her-bullies way, sociable and popular, sporty and universally attractive, she is angered by them for, once again, taking everything away from her. when she wins over somebody like her, she is smug for having proven her excellence; when she wins over somebody unlike her, she's overjoyed at having beaten those naturally fortunate — look who's at the top of the food chain now. though she would prefer you single, providing that you aren't, she'll turn making you single into an impressively insufferable ego trip.

inappropriately interested in your relationship

rollo: at the top of the list purely because of the daily sermons you are forced to listen to. it devastates her how clearly you are infatuated with somebody who could never love as purely, as genuinely as you need to be loved. how unworthy they are of you, corrupting your beautiful, clean soul with their sinful touches and dirty ideas, trampling all over your potential for the holy life. how bad you are at recognizing those two things, how susceptible to manipulation, how feeble, how naive. you are in danger, and, deaf to her words, you don't even know it. you are letting your flesh be taken by the devil, your soul dragged down into the torturous flames of hellfire, and your only response to this is to decline her help, politely yet firmly. she pities you. not for long, thankfully: she feels it her duty to guide back those who are lost, and of all the lambs, you are her most cherished one. she'll drag you back to the herd. goodness will triumph, in the end.

skully: the problem isn't that she is jealous. the problem is that she simply cannot comprehend you not ending up together. she isn't trying to be malicious; however, when you know what the ending is, it's difficult to be tactful about the character meant to disappear in chapter two. it's difficult to pretend it's not grating, their belief that they understand you, that they can be the one for you. it's difficult to care about what you have to say to her on the matter, especially when it is a word of disagreement or a plea to let the one slowing down your happy ending go. she isn't mean. she simply has no grasp on what it is and isn't normal to do in the name of love, and she loves you. perhaps, all along, that has been the real problem.

rook: rather impolitely interested in watching you two fuck. should she succeed in getting an invite, she makes comments all the way through, too, which does not help to endear you to the idea of repeating the experience. refuses to take off as much as a glove, herself, should you ask to touch her back. overall, pretty traumatizing.

vil: is extremely objective. she is, truly. and what she can tell from her superior, objective perspective is that you are settling. you are taking something accessible over striving for something you deserve. you are letting your primal urges speak over your mind, which she knows you have—she has an eye for those things. she attempts to position her criticism as some friendly help: surely, somebody has to tell you the truth? it is, however, pretty much impossible to believe in the loving best friend character she is playing when so much of that criticism is so violently invasive. most people, after all, wouldn't ask, disdainfully, in the middle of touching up their foundation between breaks, whether "you've ever even cum with them". they wouldn't pose this as a polite inquiry after your partner's stamina. most people, that is.

idia: not "weird" in a way that you have a chance to learn about, but she has definitely made an edit of her chad self (technomantic genius) vs your loser girlfriend (only getting laid because you are too normie to know better) and um. surely that doesn't qualify as "normal" either?

[mittenkisses]

Hiii!!!

Can I request the second years with an artist reader who asks them to stay put so they can paint them because they look so in their element?

muse

ft : second years (riddle, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, silver)

a/n: sorry for disappearing for so long lol

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ 🐚

riddle, obedient as ever, stays perfectly still for as long as you need. he looks so beautiful, all focused and serious like this. he's always determined not to mess a single thing up, so he's certainly not going to be ruining your painting by moving around. he hangs the finished art on the heartslabyul fridge, smugly letting everyone know how talented you are.

ruggie will stay in place, but don't think he's not going to move at all. any time you look up, he'll grin at you, wave, wink, anything to make you smile and temporarily distract you. occasionally, he'll ask how the painting is going, to which your responses range from actual answers to a distracted, "mhm".

azul gets nervous with all your staring. you're studying his every feature, checking so you get everything exactly right, and he just can't help but wonder how many imperfections you're finding. he keeps adjusting himself, making sure you're getting his best angles. he relaxes a little once he sees the finished product, though. your creations are nothing less than perfect.

you don't even have to tell jade anything. he notices you looking and he's already perfectly poised, smiling at you teasingly. he even adjusts his hair and clothes, fixing his collar, making his bangs fall over his face in just the right way. every so often, he moves very slightly, just enough of a change to make you mess up the proportions.

your first mistake was thinking that floyd could sit still. every two minutes is full of, "are you done yet? can i move now? can i see?" as he peers over your shoulder. you can't say you're surprised, really. you're used to his pestering by now, but if he gets up one more time, you might just give up and make a purposefully bad portrait. of course, he might love that even more.

kalim follows your instructions a little too well. he stares at you, beaming and waving every time you look up to study him. the issue is that you were trying to capture him while he was focused, but now that he's distracted, it's hard for him to get back into it. oh well. he looks just as gorgeous like this, too.

jamil stays so still that you wonder if he even heard you. he barely moves an inch until you're finished, only tilting his head or shifting around whenever you ask him to. he's the perfect model, so unmoving that, if not for his steady breathing, you might start to think he's just a statue. you aren't complaining, though. it certainly makes it easier on you.

silver treats this as if it's some important mission, nodding sincerely and feeling determined not to mess up. he is a knight, and he will carry out this task with the utmost care. ...you can't help but find it funny how seriously he's taking this, but that's just how he is, especially when it comes to you. true to his word, he stays frozen in place for however long it takes. you tell him he can move a little if he's getting tired, but he refuses.

[alby-rei]

When You're The Judge || Floyd, Jade

Characters Floyd, Jade (separately) Word Count <1K

Warnings pre-relationship; fluff, humor, angst (separately) Synopsis You've caught their attention for some time and proven you're not afraid of them in human form. The real question is...can they trust you with their hearts?

Author’s Note inspired by this discussion from @lovelybrooke’s blog 🍀

Let’s say you react positively (fluff):

“Oh wow, that’s rad!”

“You’re beautiful…”

“Sweet tail you got there.”

🦈 Floyd Leech

Floyd would dial up the showboat flair to 11. He’s doing tricks with his tail, he’s dragging you into the water, and once you’re submerged, he’s flexing his bioluminescence. Keep praising him, he’s addicted to your starry-eyed fascination. His favorite activity is squeezing you to his chest and swimming at break-neck speed. Impressive, right? You must be impressed. Hope you can handle arctic waters!

“I’m faster than any silly li’l boat up there—sexier too. Whaddya mean TOO fast? Ain’t no thing, Li’l Shrimpy. You’ll get used to it soon enough. Lot more fun than walkin’, that’s for sure.”

Loves watching you poke delicately at his skin like he’s fragile. Don’t you know? He’s an apex predator ‘round these parts.

🐬 Jade Leech

Oh? Were his fears unfounded, after all? How droll. Since you’re so enamored with him, why not join him for a swim? ...What’s this? His smile is off-putting? Oh dear, how embarrassing. He's just elated that you appreciate his true form. He tries again to lure you in with a closed-mouth smile. It lasts maybe a minute before his pearly whites reveal themselves again. He can’t help it when you’re around!

“What do you mean I've never been so expressive before? I always wear my heart on my fin, as humans say. Don’t believe me? Very well. I shall endeavor to meet your expectations.”

Won’t you let him see your true form underwater, too?

~~

Maybe you’re speechless, or you’re not prone to strong reactions (humor):

“Oh, ok. Good to know.”

“That’s…neat, I guess?”

“Cool. So anyways…”

🦈 Floyd Leech

Instantly deflates. He’s sinking into the pool, giving you big round droopy pouty eyes. He’s blowing bubbles in quiet annoyance. He’s glaring lazy daggers at you for being so unimpressed with his killer physique.

“That’s it? Boooo. C’mon, Li’l Shrimpy. Can’t ya be any more excited about this? It’s a big deal, y’know! Ah, well. Whatever. Got myself psyched out for nothin’. Just for that, ya owe me one. Eh? That’s not how it works? It is, now! Get in here!”

Absolutely tries to grab you by the ankles. He’ll get a reaction out of you soon enough! You might just see a fish fly, or more accurately, launch himself at you.

🐬 Jade Leech

Eyebrows furrowed, he tilts his head curiously. He put so much thought into his dramatic entrance. Your lack of reaction is…disappointing, to say the least, though he’d never admit it.

“Ah, you must be stunned to silence. Fear not, I won’t bite. Well—not any differently than I would on land, I mean. Have I ever let you down? I didn’t think so. Come, the temperature is perfect for a swim.”

And by that, he means freezing. Just as you made to escape his grasp, the doors swung shut by indoor winds. Why is there wind indoors, pushing you towards the pool, and why's it so strong? Good luck getting out now.

~~

Maybe you’re a little (very) terrified of the sea and the creatures that dwell beneath, or you’re not a fan of fish—living or dead, raw or cooked, or merfolk culture just isn’t your thing (angst):

“Ew, now you’re all slimy!”

“Gah! Don’t hurt me!”

“Smells…fishy.”

🦈 Floyd Leech

Panics. He's not one to plan ahead, but even he was caught off-guard by your reaction.

“Why‘re you shakin’ like that? Somethin’ on my face? …My gills? That’s what’s scarin’ ya? My ear fins? They’re normal…for eelfolk. My claws?! How else am I s’pposed t’hunt? Oi, get back here! I ain’t scary! I ain’t… sigh. That could’a gone better. Now I’m stuck here until somebody shows up with a transformation potion. This sucks…”

He sinks to the seafloor for a while, adrift in his low mood. How was he gunna face you now? Was he wrong about you all along? Ugh, he doesn’t want to think about it. Takes out his frustrations on any poor fish that dares to swim in his line of sight. He'll get over it, eventually, maybe. You might not see him around campus for a while.

🐬 Jade Leech

Remains calm. He’s used to this reaction, or at least he should be. So why does he feel so unsettled? This strange voice at the back of his mind saying he doesn’t want you to disapprove of him—how can he make himself more palatable as to not scare you off?

“I must appear unusual for one not part of this world. Rest assured, I intend no harm if you wish to inspect me. In fact, I’d very much enjoy a swim together. Oh dear, you’re leaving……..and you’re gone. Perhaps another time, then.”

The king of pushing down his true feelings. Acts like it never happened.

He kept a transformation potion underneath some coral in case of this outcome. He’ll continue to pursue you as a human, then. He already planned to live on land after graduation. No harm done, or so he wished to believe.

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[luvly-sweetheart]

Hidden Messages

❀ Jade Leech x GN!Reader

❀ 1.1K Words

❀ Summary: Jade had randomly began to teach/give you flowers any time the two of you went hiking together. You wondered why, and after a bit of time, you find out.

❀ A/N: So I know that most of the flowers here (if not all) probably wouldn't grow in the mountains, but fuck it we ball. Also, once again TikTok strikes, took inspiration from this!

You were already aware that Jade had a fondness for mushrooms, always stopping whenever the two of you hiked together to admire the fungi, telling you all he knew about whichever certain type of mushroom you came across. But lately, Jade seemed to take more interest in flowers that you came across on your hikes.

It started when the two of you were walking a new trail that Jade wanted to try, him leading in the front while you closely followed behind him, when he stops to look at something a bit away. He took your hand in his and lead you to a small patch of daisies. He crouched down, beginning to tell you of the uses of daisies, how it could be used for medicine and even be eaten while you listened. When he was done, he plucked a single flower, flashing his gentlemanly smile at you while he held it out.

"For you. Consider it a gift from me."

At first you thought nothing much of it, but the more hikes that you and Jade went on, the more times he would stop in his tracks to show and tell you all about certain flowers, like the time the two of you were taking a break and he noticed some blue salvias, or the time you two had to set camp in the dark because he was teaching you about gardenia flowers while the sun was setting, always ending his speeches with him picking a flower and handing it to you.

Eventually you started to wonder where this random new passion of flowers came from, especially since certain flowers didn't seem to catch his interest at all.

"Jade look!" Pointing to some yellow flowers up ahead. The two of you walked up to them, getting down to get a closer look.

"These are carnations it seems." Jade noted.

"They're pretty." You said.

You thought that he'd begin telling you facts about them, but all he did was stood up, brushing the dirt of his pants, and kept walking on like the flowers were nothing special. Safe to say you were pretty confused.

This sort of weird "routine" kept on going for a while, with more flowers that he'd tell you about and more that he didn't, so you caved in and decided to finally ask him.

Jade had finished telling you about some white camellias, and now you were back to hiking. You kept a few paces behind Jade, twisting the stem of the flower he'd given you once again in your fingers, not really sure what to say, but your curiosity was burning to know, so with a sigh, you walked up next to him.

"So Jade, I have a question."

"What is it Y/N?" Jade responded, still walking on.

"So umm… you seem to really like flowers now don't you?"

You could see a small smile on his face. "I suppose so. Flowers can be many things, they are more useful than people think and they're quite pretty, are they not?"

"Yes, they are." You said, gazing down at the flower in your hand. "But why do you only seem to care about certain flowers? Is there any reason for that?"

He stopped, turning to you to grab the flower you were holding. "Well, all flowers have a meaning, depending on what type it is and their color. Some flowers meanings are just not admirable."

"Really? You never told me anything about flowers having meaning."

"I didn't? It must have slipped my mind." He said with a mischievous smile. He took the flower he was holding, and placed it behind your ear, sweeping your hair back. "Maybe you can look into it in your own time."

❀ ❀ ❀

A couple days later, you roamed around in the library, trying to find a textbook to help you with your homework. You traced your finger through the spines as you walked, trying to find the one that you needed, when your eye caught a certain title.

The Secret Language of Flowers

You suddenly remembered the last conversation you had with Jade, him telling of how apparently flowers had meaning, and how you could "look into it in your own time". You still had your homework to complete, but you did have a bit of extra time to spare, so you grabbed the book, heading towards the nearest table and sat down, opening the book to flip through it for a bit.

Almost like fate, you landed on a page about daisies, the first flower that Jade told you about. There you found general information about daisies, some of which you remember Jade telling you about, but your eyes moved to their meaning, two words catching your eyes.

Loyal love.

You blinked, slowly taking in the words on the page. Loyal love. Did Jade knew that? You almost wanted to say it was a coincidence, the book said that daisies also meant innocence and joy, so maybe the fact they also meant loyal love wasn't that big of a deal to focus on. Yet your gut told you to keep looking, so you kept flipping the pages until you landed on another flower you recognized.

This time you were on a page about salvias, each different color had its own meaning, and you looked to what the blue salvias meant, and found it said I think of you. You kept flipping the pages, now finding the meaning of gardenia, where it said you're lovely and secret love.

You also managed to find the meaning of yellow carnations, which apparently meant rejection, which explained why Jade didn't seem interested in telling you more of them, not that you knew what they meant at the time, but did get a slight laugh out of you at seeing that.

Finally, you stopped at your last page, the one about camellias, where under white camellias it said adoration, in which you decided, this wasn't a coincidence.

Jade purposely seemed to only tell you about flowers that seemed to mean love in some way, and anything that didn't mean that he ignored. Plus all the flowers he gave you, which he always claimed was a gift from him to you? It was like he laid out a puzzle for you to find, and instead of a picture, you got…a love confession?!

You were really tempted to sprint over to Octavinelle and find Jade, ready to get to the bottom of this, but unfortunately, you still had homework to do. So reluctantly, you got up to put the book back, going back to finding the original book that you needed. But you made a promise to yourself: next time you saw Jade, you'll tell him what you found out, and while you were at it, maybe ask him if he'd like to go on a date with you.

[k-quo]

If you’re not too overwhelmed with requests I would kill for wax play with jade. I wanna see that man squirm and you’re the best at writing him imo

★Drippin’★

Synopsis: Jade likes pain. He seems to actively seek it out from you!

Warnings! Porn no plot, wax play, temperature play, bondage, masochist!Jade, sadism/masochism, degradation

A/N: omg i have never thought of wax play on jade! that man would definitely be into that

“Don't tell me you're afraid.”

Jade's taunting voice echoed in your eerily quiet room. He has been throwing slight jabs at you for the past minute as you prepared everything you needed for your little play. Maybe he was agitating you so you would hurt him more or maybe it's his sick way of comforting you. Either way, your hands tremble with barely contained excitement as you light the candle.

Your body moved to stand in front of the merman, his legs spread wide while his hands were bound behind him. You could tell Jade has been waiting for his moment—the tent in his underwear was an obvious giveaway. His toothy grin served to irritate you further. This man had the nerve to annoy you the entire day, biting you randomly, pulling on your hair, and doing all sorts of things to piss you off. Of course, everything was intentional. He wanted you to do something to him, after all.

“This isn't even a punishment for you.” You said with a scoff as you placed the melting candle in front of him. Of course it wasn't a punishment. Jade has been fantasizing about this—the wax slowly dripping on his body and burning his skin; oh, he could practically come at the thought of it.

The merman only chuckled at your words, his eyes glowing with anticipation as he watched the candle slowly drip onto the floor. “Whatever could you mean? I am receiving pain; is that not considered a punishment?” His words carried a sarcastic tone, looking at you with mischief in his eyes. Jade knows how to get under your skin. And he most certainly knows how to use it against you.

Having enough of his remarks, you tilted the candle on an angle and let the first few drops hit his exposed thigh. This earned you a low hiss, his thighs twitching slightly as the wax hardened on his skin. It has only begun, but Jade could already feel precum leaking out of his length.

He was well aware of his preference for pain; however, the merman did not expect him to be this sensitive.

You were quick to catch on to the effect the melted wax had on him. Jade was practically drooling as he waited for the next drop. Not to mention, there was already a wet patch forming on his underwear.

“Jade, shouldn't you apologize for your behavior today?”

You tilted the candle once more, letting the wax drop to his clothed cock. Jade arched his back as he bit back a pained moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sensation coursing through his dick. He didn't expect you to target his length—well, it was a welcomed surprise.

The merman's head lulled to the side, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. It was undeniable that Jade was enjoying this far too much. “Apologize? For what?” There it was again; that innocent, mocking tone of his.

You moved your hand towards his chest, letting it drip onto his collarbones. This caused him to jerk out of instinct, the bounds on his hands keeping him from moving too much. At this point, Jade began to breath heavily, his chest heaving and mouth open to take in more air.

“Come on, Jade, it's not that hard.”

Once again, Jade ignored your words. Having enough of his attitude, a terrible idea popped in your head. It was a rather difficult task, but you were determined to get an apology out of him!

Your free hand grabbed the back of his chair, pushing him back until he was slightly off the ground. The action made him jump but settled down once he figured out you won't let him drop. His mismatched eyes looked directly at you, waiting for what you'll do next to him.

And so you let the wax drip onto his chest again… and again… and again.

Until it spelled out “SLUT”.

Every time the wax hit his skin, Jade would whine a bit louder than the first time. His body was shaking and squirming from the continuous assault on his chest. The scalding hot feeling of the wax sent pleasure all over his body, his cock twitching pathetically inside his underwear.

By the time you were finished, Jade was already so close. He barely even registers what you have written on his skin. You looked at your work proudly, tracing each imperfect letter with deliberate slowness.

“There we go. You won't apologize, so I'll brand you instead.”

You placed the chair back onto the ground as Jade tried to compose himself, breathing heavily with his head hung low. He may not be able to see what you've written, but he knows what it was. It was his favorite form of endearment.

“Mm… Yes, I prefer this instead.”

Jade is somewhat sick in the mind. However, you just like to think he's a masochist.

[l0vecrush]

Tell me lies - Twisted wonderland men

Little lies twst men say - all NRC students (-ortho) x gn!reader / sfw / not proofread / reciprocated romantic feelings but unestablished relationship

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

He says his uniform is immaculate every day, without fail, yet what most fail to notice is that every day, one tiny detail will be less than perfect. Collar upturned, tie askew, the brooch on his jacket missing etc. , and every day it somehow ends up being you who fixes it. You don't notice that his face is now the same shade of red as his hair, nor that this is an entirely purposeful manoeuvre to feel your hands smooth against the fabric of his shirt or brush his collarbone as they straighten his tie out. So he does it again, and again, until you finally understand why he seems so dishevelled whenever you see him.

Trey Clover

He always tells you he ends up 'accidentally' making too many tarts or sweets. In reality, he goes out of his way to buy extra ingredients just so he can bake more for you especially. He can't help himself, the sugar sweet smile you give him when he presents you with his latest labour of love is all too endearing - forget the sugar, your adoring expression as you thank him with a light brush of your lips against his cheek is getting bad for his heart.

Cater Diamond

He'll convince you that every single picture you take together is uploaded to magicam, and you believe him, what part of his life isn't documented on there? In truth, he has a whole hidden folder on his phone full with pictures of the two of you together, the sight of you - cheek pressed to his and that joyful grin on your face - is just too cute to show the world. That and anyone with eyes (except you, who he's beginning to realise is awfully oblivious) can see the way he's not even looking at the camera, but at you instead with the most painfully lovestruck expression on his face.

Ace Trappola

Unusual as it is for him to lie, as brutally honest as he is, Ace can't seem to stop himself from pretending the gentle brush of your hands through his messy orange hair, making futile attempts at braiding the short strands or linking your fingers together as you drag him off somewhere isn't affecting him. He'll ignore the rosy colouring of his cheeks and the way he can't seem to force the smile off his face, at least until you realise why that is.

Deuce Spade

He claims he doesn't mind who you go to for help, except he can't help but feel a surge of pride when your first choice is him. He'll help you study for a test, freezing in place when you hand softly grazes his whilst reaching for a pencil - and then blushing furiously when your eyes meet and you spare him a playful smile (despite how much he wishes he wouldn't).

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Typical Leona, his go to lie is that you're annoying and disrupting his sleep. But after a while spent in his company, you'll realise he doesn't complain that you take up too much of the cool shade in the botanical garden or that the scratching of your pencil as you study in comfortable silence beside him is particularly jarring to his sensitive ears anymore. Eventually it becomes apparent that even if something you do is disruptive, he displays a rare moment of holding his tongue in favour of keeping your presence near.

Ruggie Bucchi

He claims he won't ever share his food with anyone, until you silently manage to fall into the category of rare exception. You'll drop into the seat next to him at lunch and he'll automatically rip a small chunk off whatever he's eating and pass it to you. It's never anything more than a mouthful, but the fact he shares anything is an astonishing feat in itself - at least to the shocked reactions of the others as they whisper that he must be incredibly fond of you to even consider it.

Jack Howl

He'll pretend as though your presence at sporting events is the last thing crossing his mind during them - he has to be focused on what he's been training for - yet when his eyes scan the stands and the sight of you cheering his name as loud as humanly possible falls into the line of his vision, it has colour flushing red underneath the skin of his cheeks.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

He denies it every time someone mentions he gives you special treatment, he's a man who maximises profit of course, running a business leaves no room for favouritism. Yet whenever you visit the lounge seeking the pleasure of his company, you'll find the best seat reserved for you, waiting with a glass of your favourite drink and a nervous looking Azul who lights up when your eyes meet, before swiftly schooling his expression - he can't give away his secret just yet.

Jade leech

He won't verbally lie in all technicality, that disturbingly serene smile never once slipping off his face, but when he finds little terrariums containing a miniature mushroom or two sitting in his room with a tag bearing your name attached, it may just stretch a tiny bit wider, into something more genuine. You may find the favour returned in the form of something (obviously) mushroom related, this time with...a heart drawn next to it? You question him and he feigns complete unawareness of the gifts you're receiving but the curious tilt of his head and smug glint in his eye tends to give him away.

Floyd leech

He seems equally as enthused with your reactions when he comes up behind you - clinging onto you from behind in a repetitive attempt to scare you - however his expression falters ever so slightly when you simply laugh. He'd never realised the difference before, but when someone isn't scared or unsettled by his presence for once, it has his heart thumping with what he'll call curiosity.

Scarabia

Jamil Viper

He'll maintain that never-tired, efficient façade until he's in his grave - there's always something or someone that needs his attention, meaning exhaustion is no longer a word in Jamil's vocabulary. But when you make him pause with a hand on his bicep, lips downturned and concern clouding your eyes - the feeling of someone noticing the fatigue that constantly weighs him down, noticing him, touches a fragment of his heart he keeps buried under all the work. Not that he'll admit that - not for as long as he can hold it off.

Kalim Al-asim

Less of a lie, as he can't seem to keep a secret when it comes to you, but for as long as he can he'll act as if your name isn't at the top of every guest list curated for a Scarabia party. You don't seem to notice that your invite seems to arrive much quicker than anyone else's, nor the way it's frequently followed up by a more than enthusiastic Kalim encouraging your attendance with a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

He'll say he doesn't care what perfume you use, as long as you smell pleasant and not so overpowering that he can smell you from 20ft away. Except when he leans in to fix a smudge of your makeup or straighten your creased uniform and catches the subtle scent of something vaguely floral and sweet - he immediately recognises it as one he himself frequents. When you tell him you like it because it reminds you of him, he won't seem affected - he has an image to maintain after all - but that secret part of his heart that softens around you can't help but beat a little faster.

Rook Hunt

He'll act as though he absolutely hasn't been spying on you for weeks, hiding in high up trees or wherever else he sees fit to observe silently. You don't need to know he's been awfully fixated on you for so long nor how much his genuine heart has been captured by your beauty and personality alike. When he does finally approach you and you find yourself faced with more questions than you know what to do with, it's better to just answer them, rather than be met with the most dramatic expression of hurt you've seen in your life - the worst part being it's almost entirely his genuine reaction.

Epel Felmier

He'll behave as though the way you genuinely treat him as a man, rather than the little boy he's so often perceived as, has no effect on him - composure is a manly virtue to uphold right? Yet he can't stop the reddening of his cheeks when you ask him for help - those country boy skills do come in useful sometimes and the tiny confidence boost he gets from being able to show off the strength he has can't hurt, if anything it just makes his affection for you grow every time.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

He'll frantically deny any lenience towards you when you sneak into his room to play games late at night, but when you've won against Idia of all people for the 5th time in a row, it begins to seem a little suspicious. He pretends like it was a stroke of luck on your part, he had something in his eye, obviously, he'd never lose to anyone otherwise. But then another round begins and if you paid any attention, you'd see him swerve off course just as he goes to cross the finish line. He doesn't know how much more obvious he can get.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

While he can't technically lie, he doesn't have to say anything to omit the truth. He'll act as though how you perceive him holds little weight, yet if you so much as flinch in his vicinity, the way his face falls with profound hurt is undeniable. To him, little feels worse than the idea that he may scare you, especially when he never intends to - sometimes the sheer power of his magic is terrifying in it's own right - it's no fault of his own. No, you are too precious, too deeply woven into the fabric of his heart - like a fragile jewel he must protect - to frighten you would be to fragment his soul itself.

Lilia Vanrouge

Bound by the inability to lie means little to someone as good as bending the truth as Lilia, yet it's not you he lies to. When probing questions about his departure from Diasomnia late at night arise, he's as adept at evading them as he is skilled on the battlefield. In actual fact, he's been meeting you in the music room for no other reason than to simply play the piano. You once mentioned hearing him play was so hauntingly beautiful he's been inviting you to join him in private more and more often. And when you lean into his side and finally join in one night, he feels the shards of his memory-heavy heart begin to slowly mend themselves again.

Silver Vanrouge

He'll say he doesn't feel either way if you leave if he falls asleep, but when he wakes and sees you sat faithfully at his side, or feels your fingers gently threading through the silver silk of his hair - he can't help but feel a little touched at your presence. It's soothing and refreshing to have someone who sees past the sleepy knight and stays anyway, something he's seen little of outside of Lilia and Malleus. Perhaps he could get used to this.

Sebek Zigvolt

A lie told for all of ten seconds, poor brutally honest Sebek attempts to deny that the fact you don't flinch when his voice rises so high surrounding students throw irritated glares his way, or attempt to silence him in a show of embarrassment has an effect on his boisterous heart. When you laugh instead, glancing up at him with a small amused smile, it just has him shouting that much louder, attempting to cope with the increased rhythm inside his chest.

A/N: spot the fleetwood mac reference level easy / also v new to the twst fandom & first time writing for it so don't mind if this is a little ooc

©2026 V4MP1R1CS please don't repost any of my work on any other site, copy, modify, claim as your own or feed into ai.

[metiselle-deactivated20260331]

Left the salon, took the braids out

sypnosis: Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Leona, Ruggie, Jade, and Azul with a Black!reader. Each dorm has a reader with a different fashion style !

A/N: For my fellow black girlies out there, that wish to be seen more in fanfics catered to them but not forced. Proofread, hope there aren't errors. Here you go lovelies <33

જ⁀➴ romantic gothic reader, who has her bf in a chokehold.

Malleus draconia.

Not intimidation, just love: many back in your world acted unnerved by your style, claiming it was too dark and gloomy, and as a girl you should be more “vibrant and cheerful.” Well, for Malleus it’s the opposite; he doesn’t find you scary, he finds you enchantingly beautiful. He compares you to a dark red rose that will never wilt under scrutiny.

Long hours: You adore your hair, and over the years you’ve learned to do it yourself, and thank God for that because what money is Crowley giving you to treat yourself? When Malleus visits Ramshackle, sometimes he’s greeted with you having your hair only halfway done. Half of it’s in braids, while the rest is a curly puff, but he thinks you look lovely. While you do your hair, he’ll attempt to try and help you, afraid that he’ll be too rough, but with your reassurance and demonstration, he’s got the hang of it.

Quiet moments: it’s not unusual for the two of you to be relaxing in the longer of Diasomnia with a book in each of your hands. You two have a soft spot for histrionic and artistic literature and will exchange recommendations on your walks together. He also has a habit of leaving kisses on your hand when he greets you or departs from you.

His favorite club member: You're now the second member of his gargoyle club; your nights out consist of scrolling through the campus grounds and studying the structure of the gargoyle resting on the roofs/pillars. The jewels that adorn your neck always glisten in the moonlight and give you a very enchanting essence, which never leaves Malleus’ eye.

Natural nights: Your sharp eyeliner, bold red lip with brown lip liner, and jewelry make you look ethereal, but Malleus’ favorite moments are when you are barefaced, a claw clip holding your braids, with one of his oversized shirts keeping you cozy. You always appear confident and untouchable, but moments like this with him allow him to appreciate how you’ve let him see a different side to you, more vulnerable, and he will cherish it.

Lilia Vanrouge.

Fashionable duo: he thinks your aesthetic blends so well with his. He is always giving you compliments even in public, and he has no shame, especially when you playfully banter with him back. He’s even gifted you a shirt that has a similar design to his music club fit; you two have a habit of wearing that during your game in nights.

So attentive: Lilia is so attentive to you. He’s lived for so long and traveled the world, and he knows firsthand how it feels to face discrimination and is all ears to hear you and open his eyes to what you experience back at home and how that affects your day-to-day life. Twisted Wonderland isn’t perfect, but he hopes you feel safer in this world. On the positive side, he adores hearing about your culture and it just keeps him away from trying to cook your childhood meals. That’s in your hands instead haha.

Little thief: such a little tease and trickster, he’ll steal your makeup no questions asked. You could be chatting about some random topic, and, motive-wise, his eyelid has a smokey touch to it.

Stress-free strolls: he knows being at NRC can take a toll on you; I mean, it feels like every moment someone is overblotting. Some of your dates consist of walks around abandoned gardens or picnics in the forest near where Vargas camp was held. Whenever you have picnics, he loves to sit and braid your braids, so now you have braids within a Dutch braid.

All-nighters: Lilia can stay up for hours, and trust me, she stays up through the whole process of you doing your hair. Doesn’t matter if it takes 7-11 hours; he’s there helping you find the products, handing them to you, and finding movies for the two of you to watch since you don’t want to touch the remote with your fingers covered in hair grease.

Silver Vanrouge.

The sweetest: thinks you look like a dream. Adores you so much and extends his protective and loyal nature to you. Lowkey is wondering why you're with someone like him and has thoughts that he’s not good enough for you but brushes them off once he finds himself diving too deep into overthinking.

Princely behavior: always thought you held so much mystic power in your personality. You’re calm and sweet but also have a quiet confidence about yourself. Always asks if he can touch your hair, never wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. He also has a habit of helping you off couches by extending his hand and pushing your chair in whenever you sit down.

Soft affection: not the most outspoken with PDA, but you two can be seen with your heads leaning on each other just sitting in relaxed peace. The two of you don’t always need to talk; your presence grounds each other. He always has a sweet smile when he catches you in the hallways of Diasomnia going up the stairs in one of your black lace dresses that touches the floor. To him you look like such a princess, his princess.

Animal friends: his animal friends adore you. They always make little flower crowns that softly sit at the crown of your head. At the courtyard, you and Silver could be under a tree with his head in your lap, and you suddenly hear little titters, and when you turn around, it’s the fluffy cuties paying you a visit.

Storyteller: Silver’s more of a listener than a talker; he welcomes the stories you share with him. He genuinely holds them close to his heart because you are trusting him to learn more about you and he is opening up to do the same. Loves when you softly play with his hair as you chat about your childhood, your culture, and the places that shaped who you’ve grown to be.

Sweetest pt.2: adores you to the upmost degree. Like, he will flat out shout to others that they can never measure up to your demeanor and excellence. You’re always flattered at your bf’s praise but always calm him down with a kiss on the cheek. Your dark red lipstick leaving a mark.

Snappy croc: the most compliments you receive from other NRC students are ones from Diasomnia and Pomefiore. The ones from Pomefiore are the most eccentric and poetic with their compliments; however, Sebek is always making sure no one crosses the line and touches your hair because they are too caught up in the moment. You’re gorgeous, but he doesn’t want people crowding you like you're an art exhibit.

Flustering 24/7: you love to keep him on his toes. On some dates he’s noticed how you’ve worn deep dark emerald jewelry; you claim to him it’s to always carry him with you. Yeah, he turned bright red but loudly deflected against doing so. He thinks your love for jewelry reminds him of royalty in a sense. You have such duality; you can look intensely elegant and then look the cutest to him when you are roaming the Diasomnia kitchen in your bonnet looking for ice cream. (Malleus let you have some xx.)

Awkward but willing: You're proud of who you are and where you come from, and to Sebek, he was awkward in how to handle it. For years he's been ashamed of being half human, but now he’s with someone who adores all parts of herself, even if others may disagree.

When he first developed a crush on you, he envied you a bit; he wanted to have the same assurance you had. But it wouldn’t be fair to project hatred towards you, so he settled to try to get to know you instead. Now as a couple, he still gets flustered talking about his father and will resort to sarcasm, but he adores your little anecdotes about your culture and your identity. In a way, you’re making him know it’s okay to be sure of who you are.

જ⁀➴ preppy!reader, Blair Waldorf’s modern twin fr

Leona Kingscholar.

Secure and devoted: lazy bastard but doesn’t play about you. He’s your man, and you’re his woman, not up for high school flings (he should be graduated anyway). He's committed to you even if he’s unsure about letting his guard down. A portion of your hair products is in a drawer in his room; even as housewarden, he has to share a washroom, but he'd rather keep your products in his space so no one else touches your stuff.

Spoiling habit: grumbles whenever you drag him to Sam’s shop or a clothing store in a foothill town, but if he sees you glancing at an item longer than 5 seconds, he’ll ask you if you want it. Definitely made him more attractive in your eyes, especially since he says it in your ear for only you to hear.

Contrast, but it works: Leona could be lying down in the botanical garden, and you're sitting next to him, legs perfectly crossed with his, as you sit on his dorm jacket to not dirty your clothes. A few students feel your preppy nature doesn’t match Leona’s reluctant attitude, but you argue that you both bring out different sides to each other.

Straighten him up: the shock on people’s faces when Leona Kingscholar was actually going to class. Ruggie doesn’t know what hold you have on him, but keep it up because it saves him having to barge into the garden or his room during passing periods/after school to force him out of bed.

Little Miss Classy: Cheka adores you; he always calls you his “fancy auntie” to others and asks you to brush his hair. To him, your hair is always so glossy and moisturized with natural hair butter you make yourself, and the little cutie is always eager to try it. But back to Leona, your put-together style definitely doesn’t go unnoticed. With him, compliments are always left with a little tease, but the occasional looks he glances your way show the power you hold over him.

Hair salon days: whenever you get a silk press done, it can take a couple of hours, and Leona either brings you food when he picks you up or delivers you food to eat while you're under the dryer at the salon. Whenever you're at his dorm or at Ramshackle, and you're doing your iconic blowout curls with your natural hair, he’s usually reading, but every so often he glances up and looks at you tending not just to your hair but also to your body as you do your skincare and prep your hair for your black satin bonnet.

Talks under the stars: despite what many may think, your boyfriend holds a lot of wisdom and deep knowledge/understanding (when he feels like it.) You've opened up to him about your culture, your childhood, your role models, and how you’ve curated an image of your best self. To you, you’re presenting yourself to not please the opposing view but to heal the inner child within you. The more you open up to him, the more he grows to lean more on you too. You both are breaking walls down, and who knew it could feel so light and free?

Ruggie Bucchi.

Always looking out for you: You’ve always been structured and organized, especially when it comes to studying. However, Ruggie is still there making sure you’re taking care of yourself. Whenever you’re studying in the library, Ruggie will sometimes come over and drop snacks off to you with a teasing grin, saying, “Don’t want you fainting on me now.”

Crumbled assumptions: when he first saw you, he thought you would be a pain, very superficial, and too polished towards him, but he’s learning he was wrong. He tried to deny his crush on you, but he did like you, and it was noticeable with the way he would avoid eye contact or his tail would swish back and forth once he heard your name. You had to initiate getting to know each other because he felt there’s no way someone like you could like someone like him who grew up on scarcity and scraping for the bare minimum.

Shy advice: Ruggie is still a cunning tease, but with you his guard is slowly down, and he can be rather shy. He’s not that into cosmetics, but if he needs it to appear more professional for a job interview or a shift at the Monster Lounge, he’ll try to squeeze out any product he can. Your makeup looks are very minimal but chic; you do enjoy a soft cut crease moment with minimal glitter. Ruggie has used some of your brown eye shadow and primer cream on his face; he’s concentrated while applying it in the dorm’s washroom, which is the cutest to see.

Cheeky compliments: whenever you come back to the salon after a freshly done silk press, you head to Savanaclaw, where your bf is running around with laundry or some kind of errand for Leona. Even if he’s busy, he’ll never fail to compliment you with his cheeky wink, and if he has time, he’ll sneak in a quick kiss. However, if you’re having a Saturday hair day at Ramshackle, he would love to help you detangle it, as he remembers when he would help the kids in his neighborhood with their hair. He actually makes the process less difficult, as he helps you wrap your hair in a silk scarf. He makes you giggle, though, as he places teasing neck kisses, but moments like that are ones you cherish the most.

Bright future: Ruggie does see a future with you. One of his goals is to take you to meet his grandmother the next time you guys have a holiday break. He knows she would adore you, and he wants to share more of himself with you and make you feel like you have a family since you are currently away from home.

જ⁀➴ tropical glamour reader!, glowing skin, flowers in your hair, are you sure your not a mermaid? <3

Azul Ashengrotto.

Always leaving a mark: he’ll never forget the time when you walked into the Monstro lounge with Jack. He didn’t say it then, but the hibiscus flower that adorned your hair as well as the citrus scent that filled the room did not go unnoticed.

His pearl: accessories are a key component of your style, so one of the things Azul loves to gift you with is jewelry. Anklets, necklaces, brackets, whatever he feels screams you. He's always so flustered when he hands it to you, especially when you suggest he places it on you instead. You love to fluster him, especially when he does the cute little habit of pushing up his glasses when he breaks his suave character.

Nights at the Monstro lounge: usually he’s tucked away in his office, but when you come to the lounge, he’s more present. Your flowy dress sways but wraps around your body like it was made for you. He always reserves a table specifically for you, and your orders are always first on the list to be made. Azul tries to focus on work, but he can’t resist you for long, especially when you make eye contact with him and tilt your head to the seat across from you. Signaling for him to come.

Blossoming bond: the ocean is a huge part of your life; it could be from childhood or it could be a part of your culture, where you grew up—you just feel at home with the water. In contrast, your bf is a little in the middle. He does feel the ocean has wonders, but it also reminds him of his past, of his true form. After his overblot, he was sure there was no way you could like someone like him, but your extended hand and willingness to lend an ear made him feel something different. He hated to push you away, but he couldn't; you genuinely wanted to get to know him.

Beach dates: knowing your love for the water, if you two have picnics, instead of it being at a garden, it’s on the sand, as the sun beams on your glowing arms and legs. At the beach, you always feel so relaxed as water touches your butterfly locs and your feet touch the wet sand. Sometimes the ocean inspires your makeup looks, like maybe adding blue, pink, or yellow to your eyes with gems. Azul admires the boldness of your looks; he aims to be as secure in himself as you are.

Sleepovers: when you spend the night at the Octavinelle, you wake up to your head on Azul’s chest as he is peacefully fast asleep. Your satin hair scarf matches his pajama set, and you two look like couple goals. When he stirs awake, your cheek/forehead kisses instantly make him blush as he wraps his arms around your waist and checks the time. He can spare a couple more minutes.

Jade leech.

Garden treats: knowing your love for having flowers in your hair, Jade loves to bring you unique flowers from hikes he’s been on. He promises that it's not poisonous…unless you eat it. The ones he gets you always have a meaning; they go with your personality or your beauty. He loves to explain them to you with his signature calm smile.

Watchful eye: Jade never hovers over you, but he does stand where you are within his view, ready to step in if someone makes you uncomfortable in any way. Whenever you feel unnerved, he takes you somewhere quiet, like his room, where he brews you teas inspired by your home.

Trips: during club meetings the two of you love going on a hiking trip that involves water; he’ll invite you to come. Stumbling upon a waterfall and being in the presence of each other is very soothing; instead of rushing to take selfies, you sit and appreciate nature as you lean on Jade, and he gives you a soft forehead kiss.

Ocean-themed gifts: most of your earrings are beach-themed and from Jade. But one of your favorite gifts from him is one of your bonnets and starfish ribbons. Jade has gifted you a hair bandana with gold sea-themed icons on it as well as ribbons with starfish and flowers. You love accessories that can complement your butterfly locs, and Jade adores seeing you rock them with your flowery beach dress and vibrant makeup style.

Bonfire talks: whenever you and Jade head to the beach to get away from the chaos at NRC, you both get a nostalgic feeling as you stare into the ocean and exchange childhood stories, even the embarrassing ones. You guys grow closer together as you laugh at your mishaps and appreciate each other's wins, even if they are small ones. Hearing tales from you helps him know more about who you are and makes him feel that, just like the tides, you guys are drifting closer together.

[mistressvioletaurora]

hii!! your writing is so fun to read hehe :33

can i request the second years (or at least ruggie and the tweels) with a chaotic reader? someone who's always getting caught doing something insane in broad daylight. names inanimate objects for fun. someone who, when thrown across the room, would laugh and say "again!". for the plot.

thank you <33

CHAOTIC [Ruggie, Jade, Floyd]

Notes: GN reader, bite sized fluff, not proofread

Word count: ~300 ea

RUGGIE BUCCHI

Actively avoids you at first due to your unusual reputation. He doesn’t need that kind of trouble in his life. It isn’t until you steal an entire sandwich from Ace’s plate and give it to Ruggie that he starts giving you the time of day.

Against all odds, your insanity makes his life easier. He needs a specific herb in his potion class that someone else is using? You go right up to that person and take the herb out of their hands. Leona won’t wake up for class? You’re there in a flash with some pots and pans to bang together until Leona gets his ass up.

Once caught you flinging yourself from a second story landing in the school. He rushes to your side, afraid you’re dead. “Y/n! Are you okay!? Who did this to you!?”

“I did it to myself, obviously.”

“Why would you do that??”

“Seemed like fun.” You shrug your bruised shoulders. He smacks his palm to his face. Starts using his unique magic on you whenever he catches you trying to do something stupid.

He learns to accept that most nights, you’re going to sneak into his dorm and squeeze into bed with him. You usually come with a snack or some kind of trinket. “For you, my liege.” You bow to him and present your offering.

“Shishi, thanks, Y/n!” He’ll eat his snack in bed and you’ll sit upright on the foot of his bed, staring at him until he finishes the last crumb. Then you’ll take the empty bag/wrapper and put it under his roommate's pillow.

“What if your hair was alive?” You muse, fluffing up his hair while he tries to sleep. “Do you think there’s a potion that can do that?”

“Please don’t try to bring my hair to life,” he begs, yet he happily drifts away with your hands running through his hair.

JADE LEECH

Immediately fascinated with you. The first time you met, you were causing trouble in Mostro Lounge. Jade and Floyd were tasked with physically throwing you out. “Don’t come back!” Floyd warned, yet the next day, you were back and begging to be thrown around by the twins again, despite breaking your nose when they tossed you to the floor. 

His favorite thing about you is that you’re absolutely the bane of Azul’s existence. “Y/n, stop playing with the glasses!” Azul tries to grab his precious drinkware from you, but you hold it away.

“No! Jim and Ed are helping me with my homework!”

“Who are Jim and Ed??” Azul asks, exasperated.

“I believe Y/n has named the glasses,” Jade interjects. You nod, confirming Jade’s theory.

“Jade, get this woman out of my restaurant.”

Takes you hiking with him and has to constantly stop you from eating poisonous mushrooms because “they’re sooo colorful.”

He does, however, let you eat some of the mushrooms with less harmful but more interesting side effects. “Jade, what’s this one do?” You ask, showing him a sparkling, holographic mushroom.

“Why don’t you eat it and find out?” He prompts you. You chomp into it. Your skin starts reflecting rainbows in the sun.

“Whoaaa, awesome!” You take off your jacket so more skin will show and run around in the sun. “How long does it last?”

“About an hour,” he answers. He gladly watches you frolic in the sun until the mushroom wears off. “Ah, Y/n. Your lack of survival skills is… Enchanting,” he whispers to himself. He could watch you cause problems all day.

You kneel in front of him on the forest ground and cup his cheeks. “That was fun. You should make a drink with that in it for the lounge.”

“I’ll suggest it to Azul.” He picks you up by the waist and flips you upside down, carrying you back to campus with you hanging from his arms, blood rushing to your head.

FLOYD LEECH

Finally, someone who matches your freak.

The two of you meet by colliding with each other while running away from someone; Him from Riddle, you from Sebek. Riddle takes both of your heads off for running in the halls, but it’s worth it to be able to meet Floyd.

You’re constantly skipping class together when you don’t feel like going. You’ll sneak onto the roof of a random building with snacks and blankets, making a little fort. You get caught one day when Riddle passes by and the two of you decide to pelt him with popcorn. He puts a stop to your forbidden hangouts immediately.

You run up to him with a dire face one day. “Hey, Floyd, I have a veeeery important question.” He’s actually worried for a second. You look deadly serious.

“Eh? What is it?” He asks. You lean in real close to his face and whisper in his ear.

“How far do you think you could throw me?” Your pointless question sends him into a laughing fit.

“You scared me, Y/n. I thought someone died or something. Let’s answer your question, then!” He picks you up by the shoulders and tosses you like a discus across the courtyard. You land face first in the dirt and don’t respond for a second. “Huh? Did I actually hurt you?”

“WOOOO!!” You lift your head up and scream in joy. “That had to be at least 11 feet! That’s gotta be a record!”

The two of you laugh together. He runs over and picks you back up. “I think I can do better, though.”

“Alright! Let’s make 13 feet our goal!” He practices throwing you for hours, until your beaten and blue, but it starts getting dark out.

“Hmm. Don’t think I’m gonna get any better today. We’ll have to keep trying tomorrow,” he says. You nod in agreement.

“Take me to your dorm. I’ll stay the night so we can start bright and early!” He slings you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carries you to his room, people staring at the two of you all the way.

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“Nice to meet you, too. I've heard much about you. It's a delight to meet you in person.”

You didn’t know how to feel about the Leech twins’ mom, Georgina, being aware of you. On one hand, it was nice they considered you important enough to mention you to a family member, but, at the same time, you dreaded what they said about you. Being familiar with his duplicitous nature, this was true regarding Jade, in particular.

“You’ve heard much about me? Ah…good things, I’d hope?” you offered a smile, albeit a nervous one.

“Oh, good things aplenty,” the knowing curve of her lips didn’t aid in your growing concern. “All I need to say is you count with my full support.”

Support with what…?

The rapid-paced nature of this trip didn’t allow you to submerge yourself in the details of this conversation, as it soon deviated to address more urgent matters regarding the ceremony.

By the end of the day, you’d think that with all of that running around, Jade would’ve been drained.

From the moment Floyd removed himself from the trip to Sunshine Lands, which forced Jade to scour for last-minute travel partners, to serving as a tour guide through the picturesque coastal landscape, there hasn’t been a minute of respite for him.

Therefore, when he courteously invited you to his room, you assumed he wanted to engage in idle conversation, maybe comment about next day’s itinerary since you were enthusiastic about how the rest of the trip would unfold.

When Jade greeted you once he opened the door, he had taken off his jacket, and the sash that was draped on his shoulder as part of the complete outfit, long discarded by the bedside table, folded. Despite not wearing those intricate articles that worked together to form the remarkable attire, Jade’s slicked-back hair maintained its polished appearance. He looked so handsome that you forgot for a moment what you were going to say. Moreover, taking into consideration the privacy of this encounter, standing face-to-face with him, devoid of distractions.

“You appear to be absent-minded as of now. Anything troubling you? I’d be overjoyed to give a hand.”

His silken voice yanked you away from your racing thoughts, forcing them into silence.

“Ahem—No, I just thought you’d be too tired to talk at this hour.” You peered into his room, tilting your body to the side enough to do so. His room didn’t look much different from yours, aside from the fact that his belongings were where they should be instead of strewn across the floor or the lack of luggage placed in spots where it shouldn’t be… The realization made you remember the disaster in your own room, although it was Grim’s fault for the most part.

“Quite the contrary. I’m feeling restless, in fact. I was hoping you’d help me with that…” Jade smiled, although with thinly veiled deceit. He didn’t offer more explanation, and his hand found yours, curling around it to draw you in.

You didn’t resist that swift movement. It had been enough to pull you closer to him, and you placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself.

After months of increasing tension within you and him, in which he had toyed with you in a way that was both maddening and captivating… Now that he has made clear-cut to what he desired instead of riddling it, you didn’t resist.

Well, idle chatting was not what unfolded next when you stepped inside and Jade closed the door behind you.

Jade’s frame cast a shadow over yours, engulfing it as his body did yours with the difference in height, fingers toying with the fabric of your underwear. All you could do was squirm into his touch, your back taut to the wall supporting you, lest your knees give out from the intense sensations igniting across your body. His forefinger had been rubbing up and down your clit through the now soaked cotton, his other hand occupied with tilting your chin up to angle your lips to his voracious mouth. Despite the kiss being sensual and measured, how he kept working his tongue along yours wasn’t doing any favors to your accelerated pulse.

Finally, Jade’s lips abandoned yours to caress along the juncture of your neck. “I didn’t take you as being this pliable to touch. It’s rather enticing,” His lips fluttering along the skin tickled you. “Though, this isn’t enough. Would you let me explore more?”

You didn’t quite catch what he alluded to, occupied with welcoming the pleasure he kindled in you.

Nevertheless, Jade seized the sides of your underwear to pull it down, enough for the breeze making its way through the half-opened window to come into contact with your hot flesh. The ivory curtains billow in the gust of wind swirling into the hotel room, carrying a faint aroma of sea salt with it. You shuddered at the change in temperature, clinging to Jade to warm yourself up.

You were soaked wet—an undeniable fact when Jade trailed his thumb along your clit. It didn’t take more than a calculated stroke to make your balance waver. Jade was quick to hold you, placing a hand under your leg to stabilize you. This angle provided him with more access, and even though you couldn’t see in detail what happened beneath the oversized shirt you used to sleep in, the feeling alone further sent you spiraling into delight.

Jade returned to your lips, making sure to envelope your mouth and guzzle your moans. You brought your hands to his head, your fingers messing with the teal hair and turning his once pristine hairstyle into a disheveled one. Jade’s composure staggered, the feeling of you tugging on his hair catapulting his eagerness heavenward. As fast as that instinct to overthrow his inhibitions erupted, he reeled it back into place.

With that, Jade slipped a finger inside your sex, your hot walls wrapping around the digit. You pulled away from his mouth, gasping, and clutched at the front of his turtleneck harder, wishing that he would go faster instead of prolonging this torment. Jade drank the sight with lidded eyes, following the thrust of his fingers into your cunt and noting how they came back dripping with more arousal with each pump.

The constant sound of your panting and keening brought his attention back to reality.  

“You’re about to wake everyone in Sunshine Lands. I didn’t take you as that type.”

“Jade…” you furrowed your eyebrows and sent him an annoyed glance. An annoyance that lasted a second, as it melted into enjoyment again. No matter the exertion to keep it down, Jade excelled a little too well in pleasuring you and made it an impossible task to fulfill.

“As much as I find your moans and sighs titillating…” Jade pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket. You were so adrift in pleasure that you failed to pay attention to the intended use for it, to the point that you didn’t react until he used it to muffle your voice by stuffing it into your mouth. You shot a quizzical expression. “I’m not fond of the idea of anyone else getting to hear them. Make sure you reserve them for me alone next time we don’t need to worry about nuisances.”

You tried to say something, albeit in vain.

“Hm? What was that? You wish for me to stop?” there it was again—his faux indulgence. Despite the playful threat, his fingers kept sliding in and out of your drenched cunt, your slick sticking to your inner thighs.

Akin to how an eel tightened its maw to secure wriggling prey, your strain to control it just excited him more. Jade knew he was making it difficult for you to tone down when he had figured out your weaknesses and exploited them but found your reactions charming.

With a fog of appetite thickening in his senses, Jade descended his kisses and bites away from your neck, bestowing on the increasingly heated skin a path downwards; the hand that had seized the underside of your leg lifted the limb. From this perspective, Jade received a clearer view of your cunt, and you were even more conscious of that. With a muffled moan, you attempted to cover yourself, but Jade kept you in position and pressed his lips to your thigh as a quiet plea to allow him to indulge in your wetness.

Jade peered at you from below, his gaze fixed on yours when his hot tongue found your clit, replacing his thumb. In its place, he used it to spread you open and take advantage of the exposure to drive you closer to the brink of rapture. His tongue slathered drool onto your exposed flesh with each flick, compelling your hips with jolts of pleasure.

The improvised gag could only help so much, and while your moans were muffled, anyone in the next room wouldn’t need more clues to guess what was taking place here.

“If you’re not quiet, I’ll stop. Come on now, I know you can do better than that.”

To top it off, he kept on taunting you. In response, you tugged his hair harder, urging him to keep going. Your reaction caused him to display his sharp teeth with a deceitful smile, finding your desperation beyond cute. Whether or not the threat was true, you wouldn’t put it past Jade to prolong your ache and double your effort to hide your voice.

You couldn’t avoid the constant shifting of your leg hoisted up in Jade’s hand, and the stirring became worse when he went from licking your nub to enveloping his lips around it, fingers incessant in their movements between your clenching walls. At this point, the mess amidst your thighs just made the constant squelching more evident, alongside the indecent sounds coming from Jade’s devouring. The more his tongue slurped into your clit, the faster you felt to coming.

Not long after, your back arched off the wall, and if not for Jade holding you, you would’ve collapsed to the floor from the intensity of your climax. Tremors drifted across you, inhaling and exhaling deeply while the outburst subsided.

“Ah, apologies. It seems like I went a little overboard,” Jade parted from his position between your legs and held you close, seeing as your they were about to give up under your weight. You rest against him, your head against his chest. If you had the accentuated hearing of a merfolk, you would’ve been able to tell his own beating heart was rattling. He was very much aware of his restless heart.

He pushed a strand of hair away from your forehead and removed the makeshift gag, brushing your lips with a peck.

“A little,” you muttered, intonation prickled with disbelief. “The audacity.”

Jade tilted his head to the side. “Was it not to your liking, my dearest? Must I offer an additional demonstration to satisfy you?”

The drowsiness left you, as did the jelly-like feeling of your legs. “No, no. It’s alright. I…” you avoided his eyes, because if you did meet his longing gaze, it’d be harder to leave. “We’ve got a packed schedule tomorrow, don’t we? It’s getting late—and as much as I would’ve loved to spend the night here, if Grim wakes up and finds I’m not there, he’ll cause a ruckus.”

His smile shifted into a dispirited one for a second. “I understand your urgency,” his hands trailed along the sides of your legs, catching the elastic of your underwear to slide them back in place; the gentleness in his touch almost made you change your mind about going back to your room. “I look forward to our time tomorrow.”

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[jd-loves-fiction]

Hiii I was hoping I could request Jade Leech smut?

Jade is roughly fucking readers' ass and is just saying dirty stuff. The issue is we can't even understand him since we're too busy crying, seeing stars, babbling incoherent nonsense, etc. Of course, Jade can't help but tease poor lil reader about her situation.

🌑RAAAH he makes me think of the nastiest stuff i love him!!!

[22:31] You'd never thought that ‘seeing stars’ was actually possible, but Jade is doing his damnedest to make sure you know.

Even with adequate preparation, it still feels like too much all the time – it's too raw a feeling, too new, unfamiliar and you just can't get used to it.

Of course it happened at your behest, but with Jade's encouragement, but you've second-guessed the idea multiple times already since you started – not now though.

Now, all there is Jade’s voice as he teases and the feeling of his cock driving in and out of your ass, slow but firm. He's saying something, a slew of compliments mixed with some less than sweet words but no less tantalizing – when the sound of his voice stops you dimly realize he must've asked you a question, but your mouth is too busy with breathing and drooling to bother answering.

“Oh, poor thing,” he purrs, though he breathes just as heavily as you while keeping himself from fucking into you even harder, “too much? Can't think? It's alright, my love…”

He coos, pausing to pant as a shudder runs through his body as you clench around him in response, “I know how hard it is for a slut like you to think about– anything except cock. Isn't that right?”

He whispers it right by your ear, running his sharp teeth over the soft skin, and delighting in your shivering. All you give him is a high keen, back arching so it meets his smooth abdomen and chest – blessedly cool against your overheated skin.

He chuckles at your state, the one in which he likes you best – utterly lost to pleasure, so much so you can't even match the banter you so joyously tend to engage in. He's not ashamed to admit that an absurd amount of pride swells in his chest, as would any man’s.

Suddenly, or perhaps not but everything seems sudden in your state, his finger starts rubbing your clit at a tempo matching the movement of his hips and you didn't think you could get anymore gone but it turns out you can.

Your panting and whimpering turns to incoherent babbling and wordless moaning, hands clawing at the sheets in search of anything to keep you grounded in reality as you feel as if you'll float straight off the bed.

Pussy hopelessly empty, it pulses around nothing at all while you writhe beneath Jade’s relentless thrusting – wanting so badly to reach back and sink your nails into his skin, feeling the sweat that no doubt coats it by this point. But even holding yourself up has become far too momentous a task, so you've no hope of doing anything else.

The rhythm in his hips seems to change, stuttering as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his peak, while your moans grow louder and breathier. Jade grabs onto however much hair he can as you're jostled by his movements, before bringing his perpetually parted lips to your ear, “Poor thing, can't even say anything anymore? Not to worry, all you need to do now is cum. You can do that much, can't you?”

That delicious condescension is all you register and it makes you shiver in delight, back now arching away from him and against the bed, changing the angle so his cock hits even deeper and then there's no other thoughts – it feels so good and yet it's too much and that's all you know.

You cum with a cry that you only know is loud by the ache it leaves in your throat, for all you hear is ringing.

Consciousness returns and the ringing fades some time later – how much, you can't tell, but you're clean and Jade lies by your side, petting your hair and looking all too pleased with himself despite his disheveled appearance.

You give him a look that communicates that whatever he has to say, he should just say it and be done, though speaking is a bit of a challenge at the moment.

“Nothing, beloved. It's just– you seemed to be enjoying yourself very much. I'm almost upset it's over, for your sake, of course.”

Jade yelps around a good-natured chuckle as you smack him in response.